gagonthis
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Just Another Samurai Story
The cherry blossoms fell in gentle silence. The man stood at the top of his Pagoda, looking out across the land. His land. Most men would smile when they saw the vast territory they controlled, the fertile land providing many riches and resources. Most men would be pleased when they saw their soldiers training, gleaning a small amount of pride from the discipline of the men as they expertly performed their maneuvers. But he did not feel any of the happiness that a man in his position should. He was a man born of ambition. Never happy with what he had he was always striving to take more. He had become Daimyo through his own strength of arm and power of will, politically maneuvering his way past his foes, killing those who would not cow to his wishes. Now he was the youngest and most powerful Daimyo, and still he wanted more. It was this ambition that slowly ate away at him. He had made many enemies on his rise to the top, but he did not fear them. He knew that he would crush anyone who came against him. He had been chosen by a greater power to lead, and soon all the neighboring kingdoms around him would come to realize his divine right.
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Far away on the other side of the Daimyo’s holdings, a poor blind man walked the road. He moved his head from side to side, listening to cherry blossoms fall, smiling slightly. This was his favorite time of year, when the wind spoke to him, singing it’s soft song. He lifted his head up, feeling the breeze catch his hair, carrying it behind him as he walked forward. The silk wrap covering the horrible scars that were once his eyes fluttered softly in the breeze. The man continued walking, listening all around him. The sway of the trees… the clinking his sword made as it struck his thigh with each step… the soft swish of his robes… He continued walking steadily, his hand reaching into his robe and lashing out sideways violently. A dagger whizzed through the air, catching the bandit hidden in the tree in the leg, causing him to scream in pain and topple to the ground. Two others rushed forward, their footsteps a loud thundering against the gentle sounds of autumn. They drew their weapons, charging for him. He sidestepped as the first came within striking distance, his sword clearing his sheath and taking the first man with a vicious slash upwards across his stomach, spraying blood into the air. He turned, pivoting on his right foot and his sword came back across his body, striking the second man in the neck with a ferocious chop, separating his head from his shoulders. The blind man walked towards the third bandit, just now regaining his feet from his fall. The man turned to flee but he was hamstrung from behind and he fell forward.
The blind man leaned forward, speaking in a hushed voice, “You are scum who would steal from a poor blind man? Pray that someone else coming up this road that’s pity upon you.” With that said he brought his sword downwards, severing the man’s left leg at his knee. The bandit screamed in pain as the blind man wiped his sword and sheathed it, moving back down the road with a smile on his face.
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